Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Still.

A/N: The 'motives' thing in the last chapter is sort of a way of making sure there's a plot. My last few unfinished stories don't really have anything driving the plot. Though some of the 'ships' in this will be a bit odd. Brad/Columbia is very likely to be the 'primary romance', with Janet/Magenta or Janet/Rocky (I'm still deciding) as the 'secondary romance'.

Again, thanks for the reviews, Bowie321 and guest!

Somehow, even though everyone else was up, Frank still hadn't awoken. Not that anyone minded. In fact, everyone seemed glad of this. It meant they didn't have to worry about saying the wrong thing in front of him.

Columbia, his once-faithful groupie, was the happiest about it.

They'd spent the last hour or so cheerfully conversing. Brad told her all about his job as a stockbroker. Though Columbia didn't really understand much of what he happened to be saying, she enjoyed listening.

Rocky understood almost none of the things Brad said, of course, though he tried to. This job Brad apparently had sounded very interesting. What were these… stocks of which Brad spoke? And how did one trade them without actually meeting the people that you traded with? Since it didn't make sense to Rocky, he couldn't help but want to know more.

The only thing Rocky really knew so far was how people were supposed to interact. And listening to conversations that weren't supposed to involve you was frowned upon.

That's when Frank woke up.

"Where's breakfast?" he asked.

Brad stared at him in confusion. "What?"

"I just woke up. My breakfast should be ready now," Frank explained.

"Sorry, we didn't know that," Brad replied nervously.

Frank stalled over to where Columbia and Brad sat. "Stay away from each other. We don't want to cause any trouble, do we?"

Then, he grabbed Columbia's arm and dragged her away from Brad.

"Not so faithful now, my dear!"

"We were talking about the stock market!" Columbia tried to explain. "About his job..."

"Truth," Rocky agreed.

Of course, Frank didn't believe either of them. He began to tighten her corset, causing her to have trouble breathing. After a moment he stop tightening the corset and threw her to the floor.

"Liars!" Frank growled.

"That's not very nice. You should be kinder to her," Brad said.

"Why should I? You're my playthings. You do as I say," Frank told them.

"How dare you say such a thing!" Brad shouted.

That's when Dr. Scott woke up. "Nein! Nein! It vas New York City! Not Berlin! I vas in-"

And that's when he realized where he was.

"Vhat's going on?" he asked.

"He's asking us to cook him breakfast," Brad explained.

"Since Magenta- the only person who can properly cook scrambled eggs- has mysteriously disappeared, I've decided that I don't want breakfast yet. I want Janet."

"What for?" Brad asked, genuinely confused.

After a moment he figured it out. And became quite angry.

"She's a very respectable young woman! And she's my fiancé. How could you say such things about her! Janet's a lovely girl who'd never want someone as awful as you to defile her!"

"Last night she enjoyed it," Frank replied coolly. "As did you."

That's when Brad gave up. It happened to be about 2 in the afternoon and he hadn't had breakfast. His girlfriend/fiancé/whatever seemed to be lusting after male in sight. Brad himself felt disturbingly turned on by the weird 'sweet transvestite' apparently keeping them prisoner in his castle. Things were seriously spiraling out of control.

To nearly everyone's confusion, he then put his arm around Columbia.

She didn't mind. They all still wore their 'floor show' outfits and his arm draped over her shoulder made her feel less naked. Plus it made her feel loved. As she'd sung the previous evening, the only thing that gave her hope anymore was Eddie- the only guy who'd actually cared about her. Now he was dead.

This guy named Brad seemed almost as nice as Eddie. And he seemed to like shouting at Frank. Though that was a bit suicidal of him, at least he was trying to be brave.

Now Brad was being sensible. Though he looked furious, he wasn't saying anything.

Frank smiled his Cheshire Cat smile at Brad. "Well, then... would you like to take Janet's place?"

"To keep your filthy hands off her I will," Brad replied darkly.

In Columbia's foolish opinion, he sounded like a proper storybook hero! A bisexual who's convinced he's straight sleeping with another guy so his girlfriend wouldn't have to! He really was what Columbia considered a knight in shining armor. Or maybe he was just incredibly stupid. Though Rocky was even more dim-witted, he realized how ridiculous Brad was being.

Dr. Scott wasn't sure what to think about all this. So he just sat in his chair, near the wings of the stage, and listened to the bizarre conversations going on around him.

"Columbia! Show him to my second bedroom!" Frank shouted suddenly.

And she did.

By the time the 12 hours were over, Magenta still hadn't woken up. That scared Janet. She couldn't help but worry that the woman was sick. Yes, it was natural for someone to be tired after not sleeping for so long. The fact that Janet couldn't tell if the woman was breathing without looking very closely and the almost nonexistent pulse was what worried Janet.

So she decided to carry Magenta upstairs to the theatre.

Yes, that would be a good idea. Then the others could help.

Or not.

As she walked up the stairs she began to wonder how much help she actually needed. It did seem like Brad was overreacting to everything. And now that Janet was making a lot of choices for herself she realized how much better self-reliance was.

And, when she got to the theater, she noticed that only one person happened to be there- Mr. Horror himself. A person who hadn't really learned to think for himself. Or read. Or do most things, really. Someone who followed orders.

After carefully setting Magenta's nearly lifeless body on the stage, Janet turned to Rocky.

"Where are they?" she asked.

"Fiancé and Master went to Master's bedroom. To save you. Columbia and von Scott breakfast make," he explained.

It took her a moment to figure out what he'd meant, but soon enough she had. He was getting better at speaking properly. Over the first 19 hours of his life he'd gone from grunting to some words to confused sentences. Not bad for a 'creation' with only half a brain. Maybe he'd inherited some memory from Eddie.

"Janet need?" Rocky asked.

"Well, I think that poor Magenta here might be sick. I'm not a doctor, so I'm not sure. What I really need is a doctor."

"Dr. Scott!"

Janet chuckled. "He's not that sort of doctor. No, he just went to college for many years."

"College?" Rocky asked, wanting to understand.

"Um, school," she explained.

"Want school, too."

There probably wasn't a school in the entire Galaxy, Janet realized, that would accept Rocky Horror. He was a blonde, tan, muscleman who happened to resemble Boris Karloff's most famous role in far too many ways. That would be impossible to explain. Anyway, he wasn't even able to read at that point.

Yet she really pitied him. Every sentient being deserved an education.

"Well... I can teach you things, if you'd like. Books. I've never been good at science, like Brad is, so I can't teach that. But I'm very good at reading and things," Janet said thoughtfully.

She'd always been good with books. That's one area where she was relatively independent. It wasn't like books really had opinions. They couldn't really tell you what to do or anything. And all of it was just a made up story.

"Janet teach?" he asked, smiling.

Janet smiled. "Janet will teach you all she can. But we've got to help Magenta first."

"How?"

"I don't really know... has the castle got a library? Maybe there's a book about medicine or something... or maybe there's something in the lab that might help us!"

"I go with you?" Rocky asked.

"Yeah. And can you carry her? I'm not exactly sure my arms can take it," Janet replied.

Rocky nodded, then picked up Magenta with surprising gentleness. Then they walked toward the lab. Somehow, Rocky knew the way. Probably thanks to a memory left over from Eddie

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